The writer is decomposing. You can view the initial decomposition here.
I ran outside with my reeled tape recorder to get the instance of the deluge to send to my sister far away in Ontario.
It was to remind her of leaving the house as I did as a summer storm came across the lake.
The thing is, people are going through cultures.
In this form of architecture, culture is not in statements.
The cultural nationalists, the ones who are burning down schools, are not going to end up with the rebirth of a tradition.
The ideologues among the oppressed or even their representatives are not going to make new women and men in a work of art.
For example, when I wore a literary mask, I was bullied into defining and redefining the obvious over and over again without qualification:
race, gender, ideology, the cultural nationalist industry that evolved from the unequal development of oppressive globalization and the mirror development of, for example, the novel on different continents and in different cultures, needs to protect its product.
The aspirant tribunes of the people need to protect their publications and jobs. For this, they need to create people.
Identity is the product.
Identity is the object.
It is all they can think of.